The moonlight Glistens on his watered eyes.
With only the wind carrying adoration to the Skies.
The Tide of the ocean holding the only Prize.
In tears never in mise.
His watered eyes.
Warmed by the fire ball sky.
As some essence of flame of love does fly.
Direct connection, no need to ask why.
As the wind caressed the meteors flame up high.
Some message of love carried. Giving he a sigh.
It is poetic if not a sign.
Light my Fire in the sky.
For it has warmed his watered eyes.
alone with the moon as the sun begins to rise.
Realisation of life's true prize
the warmth of love in a cold world.
Separate alone his tears unfurl.
Waiting alone in this world.